“Where?”
“At Lone Lodge, with Mrs. Harcourt,” replied the lawyer.
“How?” she panted.
“In good health. Both mother and son are at present the guests of the Wynthrops. I had a letter to-day from Miss Margaret. She writes that they——”
“Stop!” exclaimed Roma, recovering her self-possession with great effort. “I must write immediately to catch the mail. I will hear details later.”
And she hastened to her desk and wrote the letter which we have already seen, asking Will Harcourt to meet her as soon as possible at Goblin Hall, for which she was about to start.
She closed and directed the letter, and was about to leave the room to put it in the house box for the mail messenger, when Mr. Merritt arrested her steps by saying:
“Give it to me. I am going directly back to my chambers, and I will post it on the way.”
“Thank you; but I thought you were going to tell me all about the Harcourts?”
“So I was; but, on second thoughts, I will leave Miss Wynthrop’s letter with you. Here it is. You see, I really ought to be at my office. It is now ten minutes after ten, and I have to meet a client at eleven. Are you still resolved to leave the city to-morrow morning?”